Chapter 3

As the adrenaline rush subsided, a shard of lucidity pierced the haze of my thoughts. Before me stood a lavish abode, a realm far removed from the grasp of the ordinary man, and I couldn't help but notice the array of men's athletic shoes in the entryway.

It was evident that a woman as alluring and adept as Michelle could hardly be unattached; there was no way she would ever be interested in a broke guy like me.

Deep within, a voice clamored insistently, warning me that all was not as it appeared.

I thought of recent news stories about scam victims, and reason reasserted its grip on my thoughts. I quickly stepped away from Michelle, putting some distance between us.

"Don't go just yet," she said, her soft fingers grazing my cheek as her teasing smile widened. "Help me open this package first."

Her perfume lingered in the air, weaving itself around us as she enveloped me in her embrace. Her body pressed against mine, rendering my thoughts a muddled haze.

She possessed an exquisite softness that rendered me utterly defensively against her allure.

My hands operated with the mechanical precision of a well-worn clock as I peeled back the layers of the parcel meant for her. Yet, the instant my eyes beheld its contents, a rush of warmth flooded my cheeks, painting them in a vivid crimson. Inside lay a tantalizing set of lingerie—daring and delightfully scant.

I had seen something similar—during that wild night I'd shared with my girlfriend, Amelia Bardot. That night, we burned through an entire box of condoms.

Just imagining Michelle wearing it made my heart race. As if reading my mind, she leaned in close, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispered, "Wait for me in the living room."

With a languid grace, she glided toward the bedroom, her hips moving in a rhythm that ensnared my senses. My thoughts whirled in a dizzying spiral, caught in the bewildering web of disbelief. I could not believe this was actually happening, and I wondered if it was all just a dream.

Before I could make sense of it, she returned, and the sight of her took my breath away. She stood before me, nearly unclad, the delicate lace of her lingerie offering but a whisper of modesty.

The delicate fabric flirted with the boundaries of modesty, taunting my senses to the brink of madness. As if that weren't enough, Michelle's ripped black stockings lent her an irresistible allure, rendering her utterly enchanting.

Seeing the look in my eyes, she let out a low, alluring chuckle. With a deliberate flourish, she cast a pair of handcuffs onto my lap, then extended her wrists toward me.

Michelle purred. "I've been starving. Why don't you fill me up?"

My body reacted before my brain could catch up. In a sudden urge of impulse, I grabbed her and pushed her down onto the couch.

"Quick, give it to me!" Michelle moaned, her face flushed with anticipation. Her body squirmed beneath me, eager and restless, as if she couldn't wait a second longer.

Any man would have succumbed to the heat of the moment. Yet, just as I posed myself to bridge the gap between us, a glimpse of something caught my eye—a framed photograph perched on the TV stand. In it, Michelle beamed radiantly, her arms entwined around a burly man.

"You have a boyfriend?" I asked, my voice uneasy.

"So what?" she replied indifferently, pressing her hips against mine in an attempt to reignite the spark. "He's not home right now. Why aren't you taking advantage of the opportunity?"

For a moment, I found myself ensnared by her alluring words and the intoxicating grace of her form. Yet, the cold hand of reality gripped me. If she shared her life with a man of his ilk, he was assuredly someone whose wrath I had no desire to provoke.

I tore myself away from Michelle. She immediately sat up in her nearly bare form and stamped her foot in vexation while I hastened through the door. Nevertheless, the image of her hot figure stayed etched in my mind long after that day.

Upon returning home, I found myself unable to shake her from my mind, no matter the distraction. In my turmoil, I redirected all my pent-up frustration onto Amelia.

Breathing heavily, she asked, "What's gotten into you lately? Have you been watching adult movies again?"

I grinned sheepishly. "Nope! I just missed you."

Amelia rolled her eyes. "You'd better be telling the truth. If I ever find out you cheated on me, I won't let you off easy!"

Feeling guilty, I avoided her gaze. Yet, despite the turmoil within me, I thrusted forcefully, eliciting a cry of mercy from her lips.

I had convinced myself that would be the end of it. After all, individuals of Michelle's affluent ilk rarely found themselves entangled with someone of my humble station.

Unfortunately, the course of life would rarely align with our intentions. Before long, I received yet another job offer from the very individual who had hired me to feed Mimi before.

I declined without a moment's pause, yet he wasted no time in sending me a video. It captured that very day in vivid detail—the shoe cabinet and the living room rendered with striking clarity. My face was unmistakable.

He texted, "You've been with your girlfriend for years now, haven't you? Don't forget your friends and family! I have no hesitation in releasing this video."

I had suspected something was off that day, but now I was caught in his web. With no other option, I made my way to the address he had given me—a high-end hotel far beyond anything I could ever afford.

When I opened the door, Michelle greeted me with a seductive smile, already dressed in something skimpy. She reached for my arm, but I brushed past her, my face grim.

Inside, Mason Griffin, her boyfriend—if one could truly label him as such—sat on the couch, clad only in a towel, engrossed in a game on his phone.

As soon as he saw me, he tossed his phone aside and grinned. "Finally! I've been waiting for you, man."

What he uttered next struck me with an electrifying force, leaving my heart racing wildly within its cage.

"You see, my girlfriend and I have this… special hobby. We love trios, but it's hard to find the right guy. Then, you came along, and you're perfect!"

At that moment, Michelle let her towel fall away, unveiling a bikini so minimal it seemed to defy convention. The sight of her flawless skin sent a dizzying thrill through me.

"Baby, you're not running away this time," she purred, strutting toward me. She pushed me back onto the bed with ease, her hands already unzipping my pants.

The faint scent of incense wafted through the opulent suite, wrapping around my senses like a gossamer veil, leaving my mind adrift in a tantalizing haze. I was lost in the moment.

I knew better, but somehow, resisting her felt impossible.

As she drew me nearer, I seized the moment; I grabbed her, pinning her onto the plush bedspread beneath us.